One of the required courses for my B.A. was a drawing class. You guys. I draw like a toddler. Maybe using toddler as a descriptor is wrong, let’s say……a four-month old (who gives a baby a crayon anyway?!) That is the level at which I can draw (it’s really, really bad you guys.) You should’ve seen my first assignment – a self-portrait – done right then and there as soon as she was done with the review of her syllabus. A little piece of my died when we hung them on the wall and everyone critiqued each other’s work, but not really, because some of us were clearly talented while I was not. I hated a lot of it, but I loved most of it – despite my lack of natural talent. That stinking cold-fish of an art teacher taught me to really view what I’m looking at, not just the object, but the shadows and light, like the reflections in crystal door knobs (I hated shading.) I hate how she pushed me and made me feel like I wasn’t trying hard enough; dear Lord, it was like I was the bratty child, being scolded by her mother. Yikes! College, right?
Enough reminiscing, here’s an update on my home. I’m not yet ready to talk about the kitchen debacle of last year, that has now run over into this year. Some days I have to take a deep breath, move the kitchen details to the next day’s list of things to do and find something small and simple to change just one thing. We bought this house knowing we’d be updating a lot of it. We spent the first year realizing what a big project we had taken on (and apparently that is when The Mr started hating handyman work) and the second year trying to prioritize the fact that we’d be updating all of it. Is it ever convenient to not have a kitchen for a few weeks? In between big projects (or when I get frustrated,) I like to find budget-friendly updates that I can sneak in without alarming The Mr’s budget. When I was growing up, my mother had my father install these beautiful french doors in the sitting room off the entryway. She had a set of antique crystal door knobs that I remember her being quite excited about. I grew up with those romantic traits in a home full of character. It was only natural that I would not accept anything less than crystal door knobs on my own set of french doors – like mother like daughter!
These two sets came with skeleton keys in a chrome finish, so I did what anyone would do and spray painted them a semi-gloss black and hit up JoAnns (I despise that store so much, but sometimes they come in handy in a pinch!) for some tassels to give them some extra character and romance.
So I forced The Mr to drill me some really awful-looking holes and using the template that came with the instructions, installed these crystal glass door knobs in a few hours (why does everything take at least three times as long as I thought it would?!) and left for Spring Break a little bit happier.